Robyn Crawford Novels & Stories

we can see this as another opportunity to highlight something that is already very clear: my GREAT qualities and your scumbaggery. The note makes me smile. She managed to do everything, prepare the presentations, and the skeleton of the work, and the room must have been ready too. Good girl. If she knew I wouldn't be back yesterday afternoon, she'd eat me alive. But now everything seems to make no sense at all. She's gone. I only had one option left. Her annoying friend opens the door. It makes my heart slow down a little. "Ryan? What are you doing here?" she asks, arching a perfectly drawn eyebrow. She must not know anything yet, judging by her lack of rudeness towards me.

Robyn loved working at the centre and being around kids the whole day, she found nothing much more refreshing than listening to children's stories and watching them play together, teaching them how to value life and the importance of making lifelong friends, the only area she lacked in. Finishing her shower, she dried her hair as she walked to the kitchen in one of her many long shirts, preparing her dinner she sat on the island and thoughts of how lonely she is bombarded her thoughts and she wiped her stray tears refusing to think about Bellamy, refusing to cry over him. It has been two years since their separation and two years since she's been with a man.

"Cynthia, that's the beauty of love. It has the power to transcend time and make ordinary moments extraordinary. Our love story is a testament to that." As they continued their walk, Roberick and Cynthia began to discuss the many chapters of their life together. Roberick spoke of his early days as a ruler, the challenges he had faced, and the wisdom he had acquired over the years. Cynthia shared her experiences, her own journey of growth and learning, and the profound impact that Roberick had had on her life.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Come in," She whispered to only her hearing. The knock sounded again. When Caitlyn didn't give a response, it opened to reveal a pretty chubby lady dressed corporately. "I knocked twice, miss Caitlyn," She said as she walked in and stood before Caitlyn whose head was bowed. "Miss Caitlyn?" The lady called, raising her voice a little higher. Caitlyn slowly raised her head to reveal a face stained with tears that were still pouring. The lady gasped. "What's the matter, miss Caitlyn?" She was indeed surprised to see Caitlyn in such a condition. The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died.

Crystal answered airily. "But I won't." Crystal rolled her eyes and smiled at her. She had her eyes on her and thought for a moment. "How did you get here?" "I rode the carriage." Rebecca answered and sat down on the bed. "Did your husband come with you?" Crystal asked keenly. "No. I came on my own. Except Cathy and my maid, Zita, joined me." Rebecca said calmly. "Cathy?" Crystal said confusingly. She looked at her friend's stomach and sat it wasn't big anymore.

She's seated on my left, Scott on my right. "Who was involved?" Vic asks. "Sabri–" I start and Roxy shoots up from the couch, cursing at Cruella de Vil. "I knew it! That little fucktard! That skinny bitch is a nightmare. A complete psychopath!" Roxy cuts me off. "Somebody tell Satan his daughter is running loose on earth!" "Yes, Sabrina and Reyna Dawson," I continue. "I've heard of Sabrina but who's Reyna?" Kye asks frowning.

Robyn just pushed her chair down and closed her eyes pretending to sleep till they got there. Robyn was back in her room once again without her phone and laptop. She was proof reading through the hard files of the new clients that she had grabbed from Peter's office. Her mind went back to what Craig had said. Did her being from a well to do family automatically make her a snob? She knew she was not perfect, she might have upset people indeed but she was very sure it had nothing to do with what they had. She had once punched Richard in school when he came onto her. She had also twisted Abel's arm when he had tried to kiss her. Both guys were very rich.

Working late into the night until she became so pale Robyn tore herself away from our bed to take her best friend out onto the cliffs for a distraction. Four years on Corbin remains a machine. Short dark hair, grey eyes, sharp all black clothes. Never changing. So focused, finger on every single beat and pulse in the pack. He hasn’t needed much guidance from myself. I have been there to advise the bridges, the warrior selection and new buildings. Practical matters I can lose myself in before returning exhausted, not only to my gorgeous dancer, but to my beautiful children. They search my pockets for carvings, knowing a piece for Artem’s toy carriage or a bird whistle for Lucy will appear if